Enoch Arden and In memoriamMacmillan, 1908 |
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21. oldal
... rest Slew on and burnt , crying , ' No king of ours , No son of Uther , and no king of ours ; ' Till with a wink his dream was changed , the haze Descended , and the solid earth became As nothing , but the King stood out in heaven ...
... rest Slew on and burnt , crying , ' No king of ours , No son of Uther , and no king of ours ; ' Till with a wink his dream was changed , the haze Descended , and the solid earth became As nothing , but the King stood out in heaven ...
31. oldal
... kitchen - vassalage , Her own true Gareth was too princely - proud To pass thereby ; so should he rest with her , Closed in her castle from the sound of arms . 1 Silent awhile was Gareth , then replied , ' The GARETH AND LYNETTE . 31.
... kitchen - vassalage , Her own true Gareth was too princely - proud To pass thereby ; so should he rest with her , Closed in her castle from the sound of arms . 1 Silent awhile was Gareth , then replied , ' The GARETH AND LYNETTE . 31.
49. oldal
... for half a league . Why sit ye there ? Rest would I not , Sir King , an I were king , Till ev'n the lonest hold were all as free VOL . III . E From cursed bloodshed , as thine altar - cloth From GARETH AND LYNETTE . 49.
... for half a league . Why sit ye there ? Rest would I not , Sir King , an I were king , Till ev'n the lonest hold were all as free VOL . III . E From cursed bloodshed , as thine altar - cloth From GARETH AND LYNETTE . 49.
50. oldal
... Rest : so my knighthood keep the vows they swore , The wastest moorland of our realm shall be Safe , damsel , as the centre of this hall . 59 What is thy name ? thy need ? ' ' My name ? ' she said- ' Lynette my name ; noble ; my need ...
... Rest : so my knighthood keep the vows they swore , The wastest moorland of our realm shall be Safe , damsel , as the centre of this hall . 59 What is thy name ? thy need ? ' ' My name ? ' she said- ' Lynette my name ; noble ; my need ...
66. oldal
... rest Fierce was the hearth , and one of my co - mates Own'd a rough dog , to whom he cast his coat , " Guard it , " and there was none to meddle with it . And such a coat art thou , and thee the King Gave me to guard , and such a dog am ...
... rest Fierce was the hearth , and one of my co - mates Own'd a rough dog , to whom he cast his coat , " Guard it , " and there was none to meddle with it . And such a coat art thou , and thee the King Gave me to guard , and such a dog am ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
answer'd arms Arthur's hall ask'd Balan battle Bedivere behold brake brother brought Caerleon call'd Camelot child court cried Dagonet damsel dark dead death dream Dubric Enid ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair fair lord father fell fire flower follow'd fool Galahad Gareth Garlon Gawain Geraint Guinevere hand hath heard heart heathen heaven Holy Grail horse Idylls Isolt jousts King Arthur kitchen-knave knave knight lady lance Lavaine Limours live look'd lord Mabinogion maid maiden Merlin Modred never noble o'er once past Pelleas Percivale Prince Queen quest return'd ride rode rose seem'd shame shield Sir Balin Sir Bedivere Sir Kay Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas smiled spake speak star stood sweet sword Table Round thee thine thou art thou hast thought thro told tower Tristram turn'd vext Vivien voice vows wherefore wild wood
Népszerű szakaszok
415. oldal - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
463. oldal - To-day I saw the dragon-fly Come from the wells where he did lie. "An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk : from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail. "He dried his wings: like gauze they grew: Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew.
414. oldal - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, " Place me in the barge,
407. oldal - In aftertime, this also shall be known : But now delay not : take Excalibur, And fling him far into the middle mere : Watch what thou seest, and lightly bring me word.
409. oldal - Thou hast betray'd thy nature and thy name, Not rendering true answer, as beseem'd Thy fealty, nor like a noble knight : For surer sign had follow'd, either hand, Or voice, or else a motion of the mere. This is a shameful thing for men to lie. Yet now, I charge thee, quickly go again As thou art lief and dear, and do the thing I bade thee, watch, and lightly bring me word.
411. oldal - And flashing round and round, and whirl'd in an. arch, Shot like a streamer of the northern morn, Seen where the moving isles of winter shock By night, with noises of the Northern Sea.
408. oldal - And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
389. oldal - I made them lay their hands in mine, and swear To reverence the King as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their King, To break the heathen and uphold the Christ...
408. oldal - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
405. oldal - Hard on that helm which many a heathen sword Had beaten thin; while Arthur at one blow, Striking the last stroke with Excalibur, Slew him, and all but slain himself, he fell. So all day long the noise of battle roll'd 170 Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's Table, man by man, Had fall'n in Lyonnesse about their lord, King Arthur.